The banyan roots graceA pitched dark night,And the solitary desolate placeIs devoid of light.But from somewhere a song aroseLike feeble lunar glow,Round the faint dhuni, a Yogi frozeInto a mystic smiling overflow.In his lap a lute he played,His fingers moved on stringsAnd well engrossed thus he stayed,Experiencing a mystic musing.The voice arose the joy to keep,His ears sensed a thrillHe stayed in this divine sleepEnding all his worldly ills.

As transcribed in the book The Householder Yogi. Life of Shri Yogendra by Santan Rodrigues and published by The Yoga Institute of Santracruz, Mumbai - India (1st Ed - 1982)

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